In my faith tradition, we often talk about refilling the cup or the well, this need to resupply ourselves with energy, with rest, with the things that inspire. For writers – or artists of any sorts – this refilling, this determination to resupply is...

Hope is for the dark days. The days when all you can see is mud and mess, like so many forgotten toys strewn across the backyard. Those are the days when miracles begin. – Christie Purifoy in Roots and Sky The farmyard is sticky and squishy and all the things...

Approximately every 15 minutes, it seems, Mosey (our basset hound puppy) needs something. To be picked up, to be put down, to be let outside, to be let inside . . . puppies are a great way to get your 10,000 steps a day in. The thing is that my work – writing,...

This morning, it was warm and light enough for me to do chores at 6:30 am. I donned Grandpa’s quilted flannel shirt and stepped out into a toasty 36 degrees. It was like that first warm day of spring, where my arms feel sun after months of deprivation. I...

I don’t know if you have these moments, but I get them from time to time – where everything seems just right in the world – even when so much isn’t right. I had one of those moments last night as I rode Vulcan on his first turn to mow around...